It’s taken me ten minutes to start writing this post. Not because I don’t have any words. Because, of those, I’ve got plenty. But, because I’ve been trying to figure out how to type the backward R in Toys “R” Us. This, until I realized that Toys “R” Us doesn’t even type their own R backwards. So, feeling much less pressured, we can begin. Ahem. For those of you who.
My initial reaction upon hearing the (most recent) Arizona hate-bill was disbelief, which quickly turned into blind, foaming at the mouth rage, that had me shaking from the inside out. Due to a genetic inability to control the words that come out of my mouth, I did what I do best: yelled “ASSHOLE!” and screamed “BIGOT!” I mean, like I have the time to write another Kirk Cameron is an asshole type.
On the outside, Peck the Woodpecker looked a lot like every other woodpecker in his family. But, Peck was different, and he knew it. He wasn’t like other woodpeckers, or any other bird for that matter. Peck was afraid of heights, which seemed silly, especially for a bird. He knew there was nothing to be afraid of, but that wasn’t enough to change the way he felt on the inside..
Yesterday, a few hours before dismissal, I received an email from Luca’s teacher. She had taken the time to send it to all the parents, something for which I am so grateful. _ _ Dear Families, Our classroom pet, “Whiskers,” the hamster, came to the end of his lifetime this morning. He was an old hamster; here before many of the children began attendance in the classroom. We explained to.
It took me a long time to notice all the noises outside my head. And, even longer, to take the time to stop and really listen to them. For as long as I can remember, I’ve intentionally avoided seeing the world around me. And, not just the ugly parts, I turn away from even the most beautiful. It is all so heartbreaking. When I finally realized it was probably better.